The heavens began to shake violently from the north as Lin Dashuai was about to speak further. The sky gradually turned dark, and two colossal coffins slowly emerged from the sacrificial altar in the Heavenly Clan's sacred ground.
An elder of the Heavenly Clan, who had been guarding the altar, immediately narrowed his eyes. "Coffins forged from void shards... Could our ancestors have awakened?"
Then, a look of terror appeared on the elder's face. "If the ancestors are reviving, does it mean our Saint Son has fallen?"
Mysterious runes, exuding obscure auras, began to manifest on the Heavenly Clan's sacrificial altar.
A deep chant echoed from the void. All the people of the Heavenly Clan, as if guided by an unseen force, prostrated themselves towards the altar.
A robust, snow-white arm extended from a coffin, followed by a man and a woman who sat up from within.
One exuded an aura of majesty, the other, elegance.
It must be said, these two ancestors of the Heavenly Clan were quite comely.
A magnificent altar, precious void-filled coffins, and opulent attire.
If Lin Zhan were to witness this scene, he would surely spit vehemently and declare with disdain,
"These Heavenly Clan folk are all about showy displays. Saint Son Qiming was like this, and so are his parents."
However, if Lin Dashuai, while grumbling, were to retract the envious glint in his eyes, his words would be more convincing.
The God of Fortune and the God of Destiny, a man and a woman, were born from the primal chaos of luck. The male god governed fortune, while the female god governed destiny. As they were born together from this chaos, they were always referred to as the God of Fortune and Destiny.
The rise and fall of a nation or a clan could be called fortune, while an individual's luck or misfortune was called destiny.
Therefore, the God of Fortune and Destiny could not only pilfer the fortune of the myriad races for the Heavenly Clan but also alter individual destinies, reducing opportunities and thus hindering the emergence of powerful individuals from other races.
The God of Fortune and Destiny stepped out of the coffin and surveyed their surroundings. Destiny then spoke, "It seems our son Qiming has already begun his tribulation. I wonder if he will safely pass through this great trial."
The God of Fortune smiled slightly. "My dear, do not overthink it. We have already bestowed great fortune and opportunities upon Qiming. Moreover, the Human Emperor's son is also attacking him with immense momentum. This is already a tribulation of countless trials."
"As long as we strip the Human Emperor's son of his fortune, and combine it with the momentum of the Human race's great victory and the fortune of our Heavenly Clan, our son will surely have a chance to reach the legendary realm, attaining the power to create heavens. Then, our lineage of fortune will also have a heaven-creator."
Deep within the boundless heavens, in a desolate land, stood a solitary earthen grave.
*Pfft*, suddenly a large hand emerged from the grave.
Moments later, a mighty, burly man crawled out of the earthen grave.
"Finally out! These unfilial brats! They didn't even get me a coffin, forcing me to eat sand for so many years."
As the burly man spoke, the entire void trembled, and a black spatial gate appeared before him. Eleven burly figures, matching his stature, emerged from it.
"Father, you are finally awake."
The burly man's gaze sharpened as he looked at them. "Hm? Why is one missing? Where is my child Houtu?"
The awakened burly man was none other than the Human Ancestor Pangu. The eleven figures emerging from the spatial gate were the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Pangu's direct blood descendants, who had been guarding this universe. Sudian Novel Network.
Upon hearing Pangu's question, Dijiang quickly replied, "Father, our youngest sister has gone to the underworld to create a reincarnation realm for the Human race."
Pangu frowned and closed his eyes to deduce.
After a moment, "Damn it! Those scoundrels, the God of Fortune and Destiny, dare to scheme against my daughter! If Houtu were still with you, would the heavens and earth still be under the control of the Heavenly Clan for fortune?"
The eleven Ancestral Witches were taken aback. "Father, you mean those scoundrels, the God of Fortune and Destiny, dared to scheme against us? It's true that those two understand fortune matters better than us brothers."
Pangu's eyes widened, and his fatherly affection radiated towards the eleven Ancestral Witches.
"You fools are utterly inept! Can't you use your brains to think? This universe was created by your father, and you are all my blood descendants. It is only fitting that you govern this universe."
"Combine the power of all twelve of you to govern the universe's space, time, fortune, and life. This was my original intention when I created the heavens, allowing you to temper your own laws during this period, striving for you all to have the opportunity to become heaven-creators."
"If those scoundrels of fortune hadn't lured your youngest sister away, with the combined efforts of you twelve, you could wield fifty percent of my power. Ask them if they would dare to steal the fortune of this universe. Now they want to reap the rewards from me, to cultivate a heaven-creator for their lineage of fortune. To hell with them!"
"Let your descendants, those brats of your bloodline, guard the external defenses of the universe. You eleven, come with me to trouble the Fortune lineage. This time, we've found an opportunity, we'll move directly to annihilate them."
On the other side, as Saint Son Qiming opened his eyes, he saw two familiar faces he had longed for.
"Father God, Mother God, you are awake?"
Saint Son Qiming rubbed his eyes subconsciously and said.
Then, seeing his mother, Destiny, nod with a smile, Saint Son Qiming's spirits instantly soared. He sprang up with a powerful flip, looking around.
Finally, he spotted Lin Zhan and the Five Little Ones huddled on the ground, trembling, not far away. He burst into laughter.
"Lin Old Black, you son of a bitch, you're not so tough now, are you? Keep being arrogant, keep showing off! Damn it, you think you're so capable."
Saint Son Qiming laughed heartily while poking Lin Zhan's head, fully embodying the image of a spoiled second-generation heir.
"Uncle, Uncle, and those old geezers, they all beat me up quite a bit earlier," Tian Nu said servilely, pointing at the beastly elders like Snake Ancestor Swallowing Heaven.
"Nephew, don't worry. Uncle will stew them with you later," Saint Son Qiming said, narrowing his eyes at Tian Nu.
Tian Nu was startled. "Uncle, why would you stew me?"
"Stew you? Damn it, you've been lusting after your aunt all day, who else would I stew but you?"
"Uncle, I don't like how you're talking. Do you have a wife? You old bachelor, you don't even have a wife, so where would I lust after my aunt? Are you senile?"
The God of Fortune and Destiny couple, overhearing their younger son and grandson bickering, exchanged a glance. "My dear, do you think we were perhaps too optimistic? With these two prodigal sons, have we set our expectations too high?"